Windsor High School - Duke Yearbook (Windsor, VA)

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iD - x ff 5 iff 1aTft-f ...Qi Tiisff H31 -W E-fl fu, -Q.: , Us-r -L, -' H - - M - 1 11, The Shadows of the Uears bu Eula Persons As l sit by my window in the balmy days of spring, l can see the long arm of the old maple reaching toward my window, and as I watch its long fingers, l catch a glimpse of the shadows of the immature leaves as they Hit backwards and forwards in the breeze. The shadows are faint, for the most part, but are deep where the fingers stretchy and deeper still where the stalwart arm points. How like the lives of young people! The shadows of our first years in school are very faint, but deeper as we approach an age of seniors. This is nothing to the heavy shadows of later life when our careers are settled and our influence stretches over the world, as the oak's bony fingers overshadow my window. ln June, 1920, some of the present senior class graduated into high school, receiving diplomas which held a great meaning for us. The glory of getting into high school was continually ringing through our heads. It meant more to us than Elaine 's love for Sir Launcelot in the days of Arthur. The Sophomore year passed as a shadow and we soon awoke to the realiza- tion that we were Juniors. As such, we were kept busy lending a helping hand wherever needed. During this year our beloved principal was called to take another position-to our sorrow, but another soon reigned in his place. He is our present one 5 and he reigns, not with switches and stern rules, but with love. How the shadows pass, we are seniors. No, not dignified seniors, the teachers just refuse to let us have that title, for we are Happy-go-luckiesf' There are thirteen of us and some people say that it is unlucky, but we will just not have it so. It must be lucky. Soon our senior days will be among the shadows, but we will not forget old Windsor High, the school that means so much to us, and the comrades that we lea.ve behind. We must go on our way, looking to see what the future holds in store for us. Although farewell is hard to say, We must be on our way, Farewell we say to all of you, Old friends can 't be replaced by new. E243

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Qflj 'N l e .lt lSl+1I'H YVILLIAM HIMUNS ll'lmf is there that mln .w1fi.vf!l. The emllf-.w l'l'IlL'i1lg8 of flu' soul hut lore? We are sorry to say that we have known Joe only two years. but in that ti111e we have learned 21 great deal about llilll. Ile Caine to us from Myrtle, and you can tell it by his talking about the girls around there. XVhen you start talking about dancing. you are just talking Joe's way. Joe is also :1 great lover. and he says that he does not want 0119 or two, but he is after them all. We all like Joe and we hope that he can chip a :rent liig piece from the rock of prosperity and 2llW2l5'H lie as liappy as he was when we knew l1i111. I Seniors' Favorite Quotations Eula: Give me Fletcher or give me death. Marvin: Laugh and Dorothy will laugh with yo11. Elsie: And could I desire more than the last Rose of summer. Fitzhugh: A11d what is so rare as a date with Nellie Mae Nclms. Joseph: l stand firm in my belief. that Margruette is the only girl in VN mdsor. Margruette: When the Gray cat's away, the mice will play. Bruce: Success is my motto, but Mary is my ai111. Fletcher: Eating maketh a full man, idling a ready man, and Bunie Maie an exact man. Curtis: 'Tis heaven alone that is given away, 'Tis only Maggie that may be had for the asking. John Henry: Mary H. makes the heart grow fonder, Single Blessednessf' fare thee well. Mary: Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good, Parker's heart is more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood. Syvilla: Rose is the mother of good fortune. Norman: To seek Elsie is better than to have knowledge. T231

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g -- 21 ,., 13. , : i ' A , . ,st .I e -'Tig . ' , . . - -', 'f.JE , f Ei ,Sq-.':s:Q. 2-Y Q- - .- -'-f-:fest-,. ' .'L --5,1411 y ETH ll .,'--. -. ', ,, . - ,- --.. I : - . . J' 'ucv I ' Six . .. . ,fi , , --LH, M., . JA, ,. .. L.-- , .15 messages bu Uncle Sam By John Henry Powell Boston, Massachusetts, December 2, 1944. Dear John Henry, I had almost forgotten my promise! You know when we graduated at Windsor High School, we promised to write to each one of the class once each year. These messages from the girls and boys have always been a source of joy to me and l've often rejoiced at the inspiration that prompted us to make that promise. However, I have almost failed this time to keep it, as it is only one month before the year will be gone. Since I wrote to you last year, I have been married to a wealthy New York merchant. My husband is a lover of music, and he keeps me playing nearly all the time he is at home. I have never been so happy in all my life. Probably it is because I have servants to do all my work, and I can do just as I please. Mandy has called me to dinner and Arthur is waiting to go in. So I shall have to make my letter short. An old pal, Margruette. Roanoke, Virginia. December 5, 1944 Dear J ohn, I have a little favor I want to ask you. I am getting tired of wandering around the world and long for old friends and old scenes. Won 't you help me to get a church near Windsor somewhere? l would like to get back home and preach to my ow11 people for awhile. Trusting you will help me, I remain, The same old Joseph. E251